C1276 The Terror of the Ninedeath Divine Arts!(part I)

These black symbols weren’t ordinary runes, nor were they advanced spirit patterns. They were bizarre, resembling tadpole script, crooked and dynamic, moving with a unique, mysterious rhythm on Qiao Gao's fist.

"Ding!"

The punch streaked like lightning, directly knocking the fiery Spirit Sword from Hai Gan's grasp. The sword caught a trace of the black symbols